Contact was questioned from the boulevard
Head colds in frozen weeks of summer holds
I'm fine, I'm fine wait, waiting on the line
We sent ourselves in on the gray card scale

Hold my hand,
Storms are sand
Sand is said,
To be sad

Longwinded Cambridge medicative care
Head first the motor runs, the motor must run!
They confiscated every accident,
And turned ourselves in on our selfish turns

With visitations from the underwhelmed,
Five years she fears to hold my broken head
Why were you gone, why were you gone so long?
She is the reason that I still believe

Hold my hand,
Storms are sand
Sand is said,
To be sad

Cover your eyes in the pouring rain
Cover your eyes, everyone is all the same
(2x)

Far away (3x)